The results are in...

The Alaska Bar Association released the results from this July's bar exam and, low and behold, my name made it onto the list of passing applicants.  Sweet!  Now it's time to put those credentials to use.

A new personal record!

The Wife and I went bowling with a few friends this past weekend.  The first game was my typical train wreck--a handful of splits, the occasional gutter ball and a score not far above 100.  Then the pins reset and game two happened:

I can't decide if 193 is just close enough to 200 that it warrants going more often in hopes of breaking the barrier, or if I should retire satisfied that I accomplished more than I deserve on the lanes considering my lack of commitment to the sport.

I'm out

Pardon the temporary lack of activity on the blog.  It seems our neighbors became wise to me poaching their wireless and have password-blocked things.  Those bastards!  We'll resume our regularly scheduled programming as soon as time and internet access allow . . . hopefully by this weekend.

Step aside Marilyn Monroe, there's a new girl in town

Although I should probably not admit this in respectable company, I'm a sucker for The Simpsons and see too much of myself in Homer.  Since Fox is kind enough to stream entire episodes online, I irregularly go to their website for a quick laugh.  However, today's googling of "the simpsons" was quite the surprise.  As it turns out, Homer and I aren't the only ones that think Marge is hot.

Airbrushed pictures of naked women aren't enough to get me to buy Playboy, even though we've all heard people really buy the magazine "for the articles," but, Marge on the cover just might be enough . . .

Cannon Beach

Location: Somewhere over New Mexico (I think) en route to Austin, TX.

I spent the past weekend in Portland and Cannon Beach visiting friends and attending Leia and Tyler's wedding.  The wedding was beautiful and it's always a blast to get the crew together.  We partied until 3:30am, long after the wedding reception site kicked us out and the bars closed.  Although it really was too late to call The Wife and blather through a marginally coherent conversation, the vodka tonics and rich Oregon beer didn't let me think twice about the time.

It was great to see all my Oregon friends.  I really need to get better at keeping in touch with everyone.  There really is no excuse.

On another topic, airports and airplanes are great people-watching venues, and my flight last Friday from Anchorage to Seattle delivered.  Fortunately, the only empty seat on the flight happened to be the middle seat in my row.  Otherwise, there's no telling where the man occupying the aisle seat would have put his rental video player and the cheeseburger, assorted snack pack and three bloody maries (mary's?) he ordered from the stewardess--not to mention the soda and pretzels that everyone got for free.  The stewardess didn't bat and eye when he placed his order and looked like she'd seen this sort of thing before.  I, however, couldn't decide what was more impressive, the line of beverages, the fact that the same pretzel remained suspended in the man's mustache through two-and-a-half bloodies, or the fact that the man finished everything without having to hit the head once during the three-and-a-half hour flight.

On to Austin . . .